Here’s some of mine.

" I think God it’s moving his tongue, there’s no crowd on the streets and no sun, in my own summer"

“You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals, so let’s do it like they do on the discovery channel”

“I felt the hate rise up in me, kneel down and clear the stone of leaves, i wandered out where you can’t see, inside my shell i wait and bleed”

"CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES, THIS IS MY LAST RESORT, suffocation, no breathing, don’t give a fuck if i cut my arm bleeding! "

And one in Spanish

“No te puedo dejar de querer, nos hemos reido y llorado los 3, yo quiero darte mi alegria, mi guitarra, mis poesias, y solo se me ocurre amarte”

The songs are (in order) : My own summer by deftones, The bad touch by the bloodhound gang, Wait and bleed by slipknot, Last resort by papa roach, Y solo se me ocurre amarte by Alejandro Sánz.

  • MagicShel@programming.dev
    23·
    6 days ago

    No, his mind is not for rent

    To any god or government

    Always hopeful yet discontent

    He knows changes aren’t permanent

    But change is

    - Tom Sawyer by Rush

    • ArbitraryMary@lemmy.world
      3·
      6 days ago

      There are so many good Neil Peart lyrics it’s hard to choose a favourite.

      This one is definitely in my top 5:

      Subdivisions

      In the high school halls

      In the shopping malls

      Conform or be cast out

      Subdivisions

      In the basement bars

      In the backs of cars

      Be cool or be cast out

      Any escape might help to smooth

      The unattractive truth

      But the suburbs have no charms to soothe

      The restless dreams of youth

  • RBWells@lemmy.world
    2·
    4 days ago

    Emmylou Harris wrote two that are so beautiful and so sad, if you need to cry, Boulder to Birmingham:

    "I don’t want to hear a sad song full of heartbreak and desire

    The last time I felt like this, I was in the wilderness, and the canyon was on fire

    And I stood on the mountain in the night and I watched it burn, I watched it burn"

    And also in the same song she sings - “well you really got me this time, and the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive” wow.

    If that somehow doesn’t work, Red Dirt Girl might.

    "She loved her brother, I remember back when

    He was fixing up a 49 Indian

    Told her, little sister gonna ride the wind, up around the moon and back again

    Well he never got farther than Vietnam, I was standing there with her when the telegram come for Lillian

    Now he’s lying somewhere about a million miles from Meridian "

  • no_kill_i@lemmy.ca
    1·
    4 days ago

    This one has gotten me through some some patches, especially for a couple of specific things. One has completely turned around, and I’m glad I waited it out. The other still creates some stress, but there are rewards along the way.

    If there were no rewards to reap

    (I must keep reminding myself of this) (repeats)

    No loving embrace to see me through

    This tedious path I’ve chosen here

    I certainly would’ve walked away

    By now

    And I still may

    And I still may

    And I’m

    Gonna wait it out

    Wait it out

    Edit: Edited some repetitive lyrics for brevity

  • katja@lemmy.blahaj.zone
    12·
    6 days ago

    “Son, always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns, but I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.”

    Folsom prison blues Johnny Cash

  • skeezix@lemmy.world
    11·
    6 days ago

    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SKEEZIX.
    HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.

  • TheFonz@lemmy.world
    7·
    6 days ago

    In the dark we’ll take off our clothes And there’ll be placing fingers Through the notches of your spine

    –Neutral Milk Hotel, Two Headed Boy

  • Nath@aussie.zone
    6·
    6 days ago

    The whole start to Graceland by Paul Simon is pretty vivid:

    The Mississippi Delta Was shining like a national guitar.
    I am following the river down the highway through the cradle of the Civil War.
    I’m going to Graceland, Graceland - Memphis, Tennessee
    I’m going to Graceland

    Poor boys and pilgrims with families and we are going to Graceland
    My traveling companion is nine years old he is the child of my first marriage
    But I’ve reason to believe we both will be received in Graceland

    I have never been to Tennessee. But this intro really conjures up some vivid imagery of driving down a highway through some historic country, along a river in the company of a child - and being among many others going to the same place.

    It’s pure poetry.

  • ℕ𝕖𝕞𝕠@midwest.social
    5·
    6 days ago

    If you’re going to ask a question to everyone and also answer it, the best practice is to put your own answer as a comment, rather than in the textbox.

    To answer the question:

    True, there’s been trouble and trickery, sir
    Trembling and tribulations
    Twitches from switches of hickory, sir
    You, sir, and your usurpations
    But my patience wears very thin
    When you play the violin

    from “When You Play the Violin” by the Gothic Archies. It’s not emotionally resonant, I just love the wordplay.

  • JackGreenEarth@lemm.eeEnglish
    3·
    6 days ago

    “I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known. Don’t know where it goes, but it’s home to me, and I walk alone.”

    Boulevard Of Broken Dreams - Green Day

  • zecg@lemmy.world
    4·
    6 days ago

    There’s too many, but I won’t lie if I take any few lines from L. Cohen’s “The Future”:

    "Your servant here, he has been told
To say it clear, to say it cold
It's over, it ain't going any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
You feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future: It is murder"
  • OceanSoap@lemmy.ml
    2·
    5 days ago

    But we’re all gonna die,

    Decompose into daffodils and dandelions,

    The bees will use our flowers for whatever they like,

    Make the honey that our grandkids will put inside,

    their morning tea, it’s the thing of life.